I don’t yet know what power feels like. But this is surely what it looks like, and I think I’m beginning to understand why those ancient women had to hide in cages. Why our parents and teachers and suitors want us to behave properly and predictably. It’s not that they want to protect us; it’s that they fear us.

“and there’s no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I’m wrong for you”

deanedcas:

living was hard